Текст песни Red Martina — Spit Fire

For practice
I write with ashes
in pitch blackness
on flip sides of matches
The sparked friction
my pen spits to the sound of ya life's film strip when it ends

Infinite Zen
Turned sober civillians.
Soaked gasoline over Golden Pavillions
The fire and cloud
admire the style
higher than
mt.
zion
I acquired it how?

Locked in the dollar bin anonymous
conquering your solace with Saladin politics
Stretching out: Ottoman colonists
Spit lyrics hotter than your bottomless choleric

So
If you got a minute then im rocking the cold
to two-twelve-little o on thermometers
omens show flows dont expire betwixt spliffs myths not pitched prior spit fire

Come through
forces slamming the stars
torches to your rhymes
damage your art
Paper up in flames
checmicals collected
besiged your city
while the emperor slept in

Burned at the stake
eternally waste
return thermal energy
I procured for my race

Historians shift stories victorious
grip glory in the form of lit warriors

Origins obscurred on quests with breathless
swords from the forge of Hephaestus
Lest us open wars
like the trojan horse
coaxing frozen domes into glowing orbs

So, of course you not mentioned when they pen quotes
They made reference to your death in the end notes
Sent low over rich fibre
thick wire
come by I whip up a quick choir spit fire.